maybe if i had known my parents i would know my purpose –hugo cabret
It’s all about who you know
until it’s no longer about who you know.
FOLLOW ME BACK OR ELSE!
Boulders in my Twitter Stream
Do someone’s dishes.
The bag of bones and the skin. The thing we dress and clean and feed and stroke and long to have stroked. Pretty simple, stupid even. The bod.
Some adults are in intimate relationships. They are just really damn good at intimacy. The rest of us go at it like Pigpen in Peanuts. That’s how we love.
This movie was made a long time ago, so the old people in the movie are dead. And the young people are old. The children are grownups.
The Novel: Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
The Character: Patty Berglund
The Diagnosis? TBD
All those times she refused to carry herself.
It only makes sense that she was being carried.
She doesn’t have to admit it for it to be true.
of course when i say “kiss the snake” you think it’s something dirty. but i’m quoting rumi. so, it isn’t dirty.
Something is lurking under the surface. How do you know it’s there?
Because his skin is bad and he can’t sleep.
In honor of the 2014 Grammy awards, I listened to my clock radio for an hour, flipping around the dial. Just like the old days. Here’s what happened.
made of the classes at her academy, country club summers, saddle shoes, shaved legs made of elite institutions, air-conditioned museums…
Your iPhone pocket-called me the other day.
You were walking. I could hear your legs moving.
I was in your pants, after all, with the phone.
In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still; In men whom men deem half divine I find so much of sin and blot…
tall and candy cane thin and wearing long underwear and grouchy and selfish and intolerant of the weak and impoverished and averse to christmas